---Greg---  The man walks out of the tree line and never takes it eyes off Divina. He doesn’t acknowledge my presence since he is completely focused on her. “Who the fuck are you?” I ask him and his eyes snap to me, just noticing me for the first time. “Watch your language, son,” he says and looks back at Divina. “I’m not your fucking son. Who the hell are you?” I say and step between him and Divina. The man stands to his full height and narrows his eyes at me, sizing me up. “I’m her father. Who are you?” he says. “That’s a fucking lie. Her father is dead.” I counter.   He looks at me with sad eyes and sighs, running his hand through his hair. “My

---Greg---  It’s been three months and Divina still hasn’t woken up. Michael assures me she is okay and to give her time, but I am starting to get really worried. She mumbles in her sleep and on more than one occasion she has woken us up screaming, but she has never regained consciousness. The healer that Michael called in said that she has been traumatized and her mind is keeping her unconscious until she is ready to face everything. I want to go home, but I can’t bring myself to leave Divina, and there is no way for me to reach out while we are here because no technology nor mind links work here.   I spend my days helping out however I can and have s

I am pulled back into myself, and Divina and I are still locked in our battle with my forehead against hers and my hands holding her face still. She pushes me back with a strength I had no idea she possessed and glares at me with her blue eyes swimming in tears. She is angry with me for forcing her to face reality. A feral cry leaves her lips, and she launches herself at me. At first, I was resolved to let her get her frustrations out and was going to let her use me as a human punching bag, but shit, her hits fucking hurt! I do my best to dodge and block her attacks without harming her, but she is moving faster than I have ever seen her move in training. She is like an avenging angel that plans to burn the entire world down around her.   My eyes widen when her entire body starts to glow, and her hair mov

When I wake up, I find that I have been tucked snuggly under the covers of Greg’s bed. I can smell his sandalwood scent all around me and I am still in my towel much to my relief, at least he didn’t try to dress me. The thought has me cringing. Just what I would need, one of my best friend’s seeing parts of me they shouldn’t. I blanch at the thought. I gather my towel around me and find the clothes that Greg had promised to bring me draped over the chair in the corner. They are simple, a well worn pair of jeans and a light top that has a low cut back. I found it odd, at first, until I realized it was made in such a way that my wings could come out without ripping my clothes. Hmm. Maybe I should keep that in mind when I get back home. I get dressed and walk into the bathroom and laugh out loud when I see my hair. I sigh and pull my clothes off and step back in the shower and rewash myself quickly and pay extra atte

I don’t know when I actually drifted off to sleep. I barely fit in this recliner, but I managed to get semi comfortable. I am a light sleeper, hazard of being a Beta and a warrior. Always on guard even when it seems I am relaxed. I look around and try to figure out what woke me up. A soft whimper and movement catch my attention. Divina is thrashing in her sleep and mumbling, but I can’t quite make out what she is saying. I’m not sure if I should wake her or leave her be but decide to let it go when she seems to settle down a bit. I start to drift back off to sleep when she lets out a blood curdling scream and her breathing becomes ragged. She is crying hysterically now, and she starts to plead in her sleep, “Please! Don’t do this. Don’t throw me away. Warrick, PLEASE!”   Goddess my heart clenches in my c